Here was a futile space
where plants grew, and died;
where I strove, and failed;
where the word spoke, and was choked silent
and I couldn’t read my name
as you wrote it among the stars
to show the way to batter through
the struggles I would hold.
So I shall try, and try
until the end comes of all my hopes
and am allowed to lay down my life.
Author notes
Oh, the futility of life, as we struggle to reach up and beyond where we are, only to fall back time and time again! Someday though, someday we shall fall past and through the failure into something far, far more mighty.
-thefallout
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